13.Jan.14, 10:34 PM
Tavynia, Weyrbrat and Gold Candidate
Tavynia had to, yet again, wait her turn for the gold egg. She swore with each passing clutch, the girls took longer mingling with the egg as if trying to increase their chances of Impressing the little female. It wasn’t really a bad idea, if it worked. She had her doubts since so many girls claimed with each Touch in each clutch that the dragonet responded well to them. And then there were the girls like Rhaedalyn who nearly ran away from the egg crying at being rejected who in the end Impressed the gold. It was hard to say what was actually accomplished with the tradition but it made everyone happy and other than get her hopes up, it didn’t really hurt to participate either.
When the few girls in front of her finally took their turn and then left, Tavynia stepped up to the egg and considered it for a moment. What type of personality would greet her this time? Some had been curious and the last one had been far too proper for her to handle day in and day out, so what would this one be? Only one way to find out! Carefully squatting down, Tavynia placed her hand lightly on the warm shell and did her best to open herself to the little gold.
Whimsical Egg.
Tavynia had to, yet again, wait her turn for the gold egg. She swore with each passing clutch, the girls took longer mingling with the egg as if trying to increase their chances of Impressing the little female. It wasn’t really a bad idea, if it worked. She had her doubts since so many girls claimed with each Touch in each clutch that the dragonet responded well to them. And then there were the girls like Rhaedalyn who nearly ran away from the egg crying at being rejected who in the end Impressed the gold. It was hard to say what was actually accomplished with the tradition but it made everyone happy and other than get her hopes up, it didn’t really hurt to participate either.
When the few girls in front of her finally took their turn and then left, Tavynia stepped up to the egg and considered it for a moment. What type of personality would greet her this time? Some had been curious and the last one had been far too proper for her to handle day in and day out, so what would this one be? Only one way to find out! Carefully squatting down, Tavynia placed her hand lightly on the warm shell and did her best to open herself to the little gold.
Whimsical Egg.